The wall switch controls the hall lights on and off.
Those close to me wonder why I walk in the dark.
As if I knew the latin root for switch, which as it turns out, is perhaps Middle Dutch – swijch
B.F.M.
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humor. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Blight of How To's
I've read so much
I've forgotten how
or where to sit
in the morning's light.
B.F.M.
Labels:
awakening,
humanity,
humor,
information,
information overload,
satire
Monday, October 15, 2012
Birdsongs
Striving to be bird-like
I’d sing only
when I have something to say.
B.F.M.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
A.M. Guessing Game
Each morning I think: I know who I am.
Then stumble into the bathroom,
look in the mirror and wonder:
where I got this awful wig.
B.F.M.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Amazon
From it’s high crested
bully pulpit, Amazon
makes recommendations:
Why beer Matters
&
Charming Shrew.
B.F.M.
5 Comedies
A machine that rakes sand traps.
A prayer offered to god.
A letter out of place.
Under estimating an atheist’s spirituality.
A machine that painting greens green.
B.F.M.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Cookies in Action
Beautiful mature women
looking for honest,
wealthy man.
Click Now it’s OurTime,
before gout sets in.
B.F.M.
Labels:
advertising,
aging,
dark,
dating,
dating services,
eHarmony,
humor,
Match.com,
relationship,
satire
Monday, August 27, 2012
Abandonment
My rime formed
in formative years
is meant to keep you at bay.
My slick craggy shores,
lack kindling or foothold
is meant to keep me distant.
My charm:
trapped coolness;
glassy particles;
seething–hatred–remorse;
thick tarry dark matter;
belief in a Simoom fairytale.
B.F.M.
in formative years
is meant to keep you at bay.
lack kindling or foothold
is meant to keep me distant.
trapped coolness;
glassy particles;
seething–hatred–remorse;
thick tarry dark matter;
belief in a Simoom fairytale.
B.F.M.
Labels:
Abandonment,
at bay,
b.f.m.,
charm,
dark,
defense mechanism,
distant,
Family Matters,
father,
humor,
hurt,
literature,
mother,
poem,
poet,
Poetry,
relationship,
satire,
scribbler,
writing
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Expectations
Betwixt two maypoles
light contorts, yet
I’m to walk up right
without support.
B.F.M
Earlier in the day I posted and image from my notebook, the before. This is the after.
Click here to see the before.
light contorts, yet
I’m to walk up right
without support.
Earlier in the day I posted and image from my notebook, the before. This is the after.
Click here to see the before.
Labels:
b.f.m.,
before and after,
Brett Milligan,
humor,
light,
light hearted,
lightness,
poem,
Poetry,
rhyme,
writing
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